HEY YALL, so I made a lil drabble n stuff idk what else to sayy.
ALSO, my page is growing sm whatt😭. I love love love love love y'all, mwah. Like y'all don't know how it makes me feel thinking abt when I started this page, also sorry for the future heartache if y'all r not strong.
'Who's Aquaweb??' YOU. Click here for some info(more to come obvi)
Expect a song rec cause y'all know how much I like to incorporate music into my workss, I like that the song goes well alongside the fic, but its based off of Waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers
This doesn't apply to any gender
"It's for the better, just know it's for the better" Clinging on Miles' hand, the struggle in his eyes remained evident. Of course it were having to hold on to a whole person and police vehicle with weak web fluid, not to mention the emotional strain the current moments had on his heart.
"This cannot be happening, not when I haven't even found Miles"
"This can not be happening"
Nothing the father or son thought and said could've stopped the series of misfortunes for even a second. Because indeed, without a doubt, Miles' canon event was in process. What the Spider-Society, including yourself failed to decipher was that there were another crucial variable to Miles' canon: you.
"Miles you have to let me go"
The soft eyes you gave to him made the beautiful chaos seem mediocre. Be it the case that you had to be thrown onto a broken off bridge, Miles was going to make sure you were alive at least.
"I can do both, I can save you both"
Through his own peripheral he saw you shaking your head, tears dampening and streaming through the holes of your rubbed out mask. Since ever, you knew Miles had to ability to do great things. It wasn't something new when monitoring him for over 2 years now. But this, this whole thing was too much pressure for such a diamond.
"MILES"
Using her own strength, Gwen formed a shaky structure underneath the car.
Instantly, his head shot up to her, to Gwen. The gaze they both shared mocked the brief conversation between you two.
Whatever.
That was something you knew you could never achieve with him, that stare, that intimate, loving, beatific, blissful, longing stare.
"I don't want to do this anymore"
Immediately, your expression morphed from a slight saddened to wistful. Taking advantage of their ignorance, you snapped the thinning web fluid that held you to Miles. The web fluid that held you off the bridge, away from the deep waters below; held you living.
Blocking out the screams of terror and ache, you dived head first into the ocean, the last bit of air to ever enter your body escaping with a sigh.
Reappropriate arrogance. You know that you were nothing in that moment to Miles than a person in need of saving, not because he loved you, saw you as family or even a close friend.
I got the "I'm not gonna be here forever" talk yesterday and I feel sad like why are you gonna tell me that.
